Tag: monostich

how quickly the silence travels down the hills and into the bodies of men

sick of flying dragonfly hitches a boat ride across river

low autumn clouds inspect the burning river

gaze into the river grey and white eyes of a dead fish stare back

a coffee stained letter to the spirit of the pantry

find yourself in this concrete silence

empty pantry tea lady giggles to herself

our words and writings keep the grey at bay

quiet pantry corner tea lady pens a letter

edge of burning sky meets the tip of trees